Monday, June 05, 2006

Sunday Scribbling - Earliest Memory

Summer Sweetness

July 1970
Sweet juice
dribbles down my chin
you, my summer
teaching me to eat, spit
eat, spit
tiny treasures to offer
the summer fairies
as they rest their
gossamer wings in the heat of the day.
My hero,
my summer,
my god at two,
teaching me the delights of the day.

9 comments:

Michelle O'Neil said...

How precious!

Left-handed Trees... said...

This poem said so much..."my hero/my summer/my god at two/teaching me the delights of the day". Beautiful...

Left-handed Trees... said...

This poem said so much..."my hero/my summer/my god at two/teaching me the delights of the day". Beautiful...

Deb R said...

I love both the poem and the photo!

paris parfait said...

Love the poem and the photo - just wonderful!

Laini said...

This is so sweet, Kim! What a great memory. I have a photo of me about that age on the knee of my great-grandfather as he held a big juicy peach and I toothlessly mowed through it. I don't actaully remember it, though. Also, I am a watermelon-seed-swallower. I admit it. Too lazy to spit! My husband and I disagree on this, as on swallowing gum. Ha! But your poem is so lovely in its simplicity, and the photo is great!

boliyou said...

what a lovely poem!

AscenderRisesAbove said...

this photo is too too wonderful

Amber said...

Oh, this is lovely! How sweet is that love. *sigh*

:)